Chapter 463
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Dean looked at the information handed over by Hawkeye.
"Hawkeye, do you also have animal glue mask?" Dean casually asked as he looked at Hawkeye.
Hawkeye respectfully replied: "Elder is joking. Animal glue mask is very rare. We are not qualified to use it. The reason why I dare to show my true face is because I was born in an alchemist family. I was destined to walk this path from birth. It doesn't matter if I have a mask or not."
"You were born in an alchemist family?" Dean was surprised. Hawkeye was trusted by the elder so it was normal for him to have such a background: "Which family are you from?"
"Randy family." Hawkeye respectfully replied.
Dean's eyes lit up: "Is it the Randy family that created the 'human skin bonding' alchemy technique eighty years ago?" He had paid attention to the other big families of the dark church after he learned about the 'Inferno family'. Randy family was one of them. But people liked to call them by their nickname – human skin family.
Hawkeye respectfully replied: "My great-grandfather was the one who created the 'human skin bonding' forbidden technique."
Dean didn't expect Hawkeye to have such an extraordinary background. No wonder Kerry valued him so much.
"I heard that your family's' human skin adhesion 'technique allows you to glue other people's skin to your own body. It can be described as a top concealment technique." Dudian said.
Hawkeye laughed: "Elder, it's been many years. The human skin bonding technique is a forbidden technique. Our family doesn't dare to study it privately. That's why I don't know much about it."
Dean didn't force him as he saw that Hawkeye didn't want to reveal more.
"Three dark knights, six dark grand knights …" There was a trace of surprise in Dean's eyes as he read the information. The dark knights were equivalent to the leaders of the senior hunters. Dark grand knights were comparable to ordinary senior hunters. In other words, there were nine senior hunters under his command!
That was four times more than the Mellon consortium!
Of course, this didn't include the people secretly cultivated by the Mellon consortium.
"Is the 9th region strong or weak among the regions?" Dean asked Hawkeye.
Hawkeye respectfully replied: "There are only three regions which are weaker than us. They are the 6th, 8th and 11th regions."
"So it's relatively weak." Dean's heart was secretly awe-inspiring. Even the 9th region had such a defensive force. Wouldn't the other regions have even more? He estimated that there were hundreds of senior hunters in so many regions!
This also meant that the Luminous Church's Advanced Hunter level combat power would only increase!
"If we include the Saints, the power of the Mystic Sect is simply unfathomable. However, just the Demon Dragon Clan alone has terrifying powerhouses like Meshali and the girl in the traditional Chinese dress. I'm afraid the hidden power of the Mystic Sect is even stronger. If we want to become the ruler of Sylvia, we still have to rely on our own strength. Instead of a group of pigs huddling together, we might as well become stronger!"
Dean's eyes lit up as he carefully looked at the information in his hand. His deified splitter had infinite potential. He had to improve his strength as soon as possible.
In the huge office, the sound of pages flipping echoed in Dean's fingertips. The hourglass was slowly dripping. In the blink of an eye, more than two hours had passed.
"Elder, someone from the 3rd region has come to see you." Hawkeye respectfully reported to Dean.
Dean was engrossed in reading the information. He frowned and pondered a little: "Bring it in."
"Yes." Hawkeye turned and left.
Dean's eyes narrowed as he gently rubbed his fingers: "He's quite impatient …"
Hawkeye returned to the office. There were two people behind him. One was a middle-aged man wearing a grey cloak and the other was a knight in black armor.
Dean narrowed his eyes. He could see a fiery aura from the black knight's body. It was comparable to Gwyneth and the others.
"Greetings to the new elder. May I know your name?" The middle-aged man wearing a grey cloak said in a respectful manner.
Dean hadn't opened his mouth but Hawkeye quickly said: "Our new elder is codenamed 'Devil'."
There was a trace of strange expression on the middle-aged man's face but it disappeared without a trace. He respectfully smiled: "Greetings elder devil. I've come under the order of my master 'Night King' to visit you. I've heard that you have just taken office so I've sent you a small gift. I hope you don't mind." He opened the package in his hand and handed it to Dean. There was a square box that was cast in gold. It was extremely exquisite.
Dean glanced at the box in case it was contaminated with poison. He signaled to Hawkeye.
Dean was in the dark church now. There were some lawless and vicious people here so he had to be careful.
Hawkeye's eyes lit up as he quietly opened the box.
There was a small green porcelain bottle inside the box. The bottle was extremely thin and transparent. Dean could vaguely see the red liquid flowing inside the bottle. It was extremely beautiful.
The middle-aged man smiled: "Elder, this is a gift from my master 'Night King'. It's made from the brain of an earth dragon beast. It has an incredible restorative effect. It can regenerate broken limbs. As long as there is a breath left, it can be saved. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's a second life."
There was a trace of shock in Dean's eyes. He had heard about the fountain of life in the Temple. It was one of the most precious items in the Temple. It was out of stock all year round. After all, dragon beasts were extremely rare outside the giant wall. Moreover, their hunting level was extremely high. Even a young dragon beast had a hunting level of around 20. A mature dragon beast had a hunting level of 35 to 40. As for a mature dragon beast, it was even more terrifying. It was a war beast. It was almost comparable to the legendary monster Splitter!
Although earth dragon beast didn't have magic marks but the value of its body wasn't inferior to most of the named monsters.
"The Night King actually has something that can't be bought in the Temple!" Dean was shocked by the power of the Night King. But he quickly recovered. He knew the intention of the Night King. He wanted to use the gift to win over the Night King. Moreover, he had just taken office and the other party had already sent him a gift. First, it showed that he had a huge intelligence network. Second, he had just taken office. Not to mention gaining a firm foothold, he hadn't even fully understood the situation in the 9th District. Naturally, he didn't have the confidence and courage to refuse him.
He was silent for a moment. He put away the Rejuvenation Fountain: "I'll accept this gift. Thank the Night King for me."
The middle-aged man smiled: "In that case, I'll take my leave."
Dean nodded: "Hawkeye, see them off."
Hawkeye enviously looked at the golden box in Dean's hand. He withdrew his eyes and sent the middle-aged man and the knight out.
After the three left the room, Dean opened the box, picked up the green bottle, and looked at it gently. This small bottle was a valuable work of art. He looked at the light red color inside, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Such a good thing, it's a pity to send it to my mouth."
Dean's mouth curved into a smile as he put away the Rejuvenation Fountain. He continued to read the information at hand. He must fully understand the 9th region as soon as possible.
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Dark Church, 3rd region.
"Night King, he has accepted your gift." The middle-aged man in a gray cloak respectfully knelt on the ground.
In this cold and gloomy hall, there was a throne that emitted an iron-like chill. Sitting on it was a figure wearing a black robe and a black hat. He said in an ancient voice, "You just said that the codename of this new Elder is' Demon King '?"
"Yes, Night King."
"Well, this time the gift is too heavy."
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